I saw it off! All it took was a few good woofs and its tail grew all fat and fluffy, and it scampered off up the fence. That hissing furball was trying to come in to Rosie's and James's home. I made sure it didn't get to come to interfere with the minihumans. Hallie was ripping all the colourful rustly stuff off of some boxes and other things. She was all happy and excited about it all, so I didn't want that hissing furball spoiling things.
Mummy didn't seem too impressed with my defending work. She said that Elsa should be welcomed in her own home! Well I don't think so! Elsa is a hissing furball. Hisisng furballs are for chasing off! Huff!
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